Who are you?
What are you doing here ?" "Kin I sit down ?" "Yes; make it short now; all I want is facts." The man choked a bit, turned and twisted on the stool, but was helpless to escape.
"Wal, my name is Hughes--Jed Hughes; I uster hang out round San Antone, an' hev been mostly in the cow business.

The last five years Le Fevre an' I hev been grazin' cattle in between yere an' Buffalo Creek." "Partners ?" "Wal, by God! I thought so, till just lately," his voice rising.
"Anyhow, I hed a bunch o' money in on the deal, though I 'll be darned if I know just what's become o' it.

Yer see, stranger, Gene hed the inside o' this Injun business, bein' as he 's sorter squaw man--" "What!" interrupted the other sharply.

"Do you mean he married into one of the tribes ?" "Sorter left-handed--yep; a Cheyenne woman.

Little thing like that did n't faze Gene none, if he did have a white wife--a blamed good-looker she was too.